war chocolates

At home in NH on an early morning, the air/sky was super-clear; it was pre-leafout but with northeastern low warm sun, shining on the trees at the southern end of the field and also on the honeysuckles, both looking really ruddy. In the field were (I think) Wu-Tang, or at least a group of rappers, playing war games with some small military figurines that I think were foil-wrapped chocolate cremes like Cadbury Eggs. Some of the figurines were getting violently disfigured in the game. This shifted to being in a filleted-octagonal concrete/linoleumish room with a west window and fluorescent lighting, where two guys were battle-rapping; I was eating something but started beatboxing to back them up, just a simple 90bpm “boof-boof-tlak” (tlak = tongue click). It sounded good, like the snaps on “Bring da Ruckus”. They were circling like vultures around the edges of the room (only about 12′ in diameter) and so did I, maybe in the opposite direction.